The heavens begin from practicing swords in the palace

Under Huashan Mountain, thirty miles northwest, there is a nunnery.

It is deep and quiet, with towering pines and cypresses.

There is no dust in front of the nunnery, and there is no shadow of a spider's thread.

In front of the Buddha statue, the green lantern was burning, and the cigarette was curling up. The stunning beauty who had cut off three thousand threads of troubles was sitting cross-legged on a futon, and the wooden fish in her hand was ringing non-stop.

At some point, a black shadow entered it.

"Your wooden fish's voice is intermittent, so it can be seen that your heart is still not quiet after all." A sigh sounded from behind the stunning beauty.

With a sound of "ah", the beautiful woman's delicate body trembled slightly, and she slowly got up.

"I remember that day, in the Buddhist hall, you and I became friends..." Zhao Qiu sighed again.

The stunning beauty with long hair shaved off was none other than Yue Lingshan.

"Shut up!" The stunningly beautiful woman had turned around, her face was full of misery, sorrow, and anger.

Zhao Qiu sighed again, fixed his eyes on Yue Lingshan, and said after a long time: "I may have to leave, and I will never appear in this world again. Before I leave, I must see you."

Yue Lingshan's expression moved, and she wanted to speak, but she didn't know where to start.

The two of them looked at each other without saying a word.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Qiu said, "Perhaps I hurt you, but..."

Later, he wanted to say: "Even if it wasn't for me, your fate might be more difficult, and you might even lose your life. At least, you are still alive..."

However, these words could not be said in the end. Firstly, Yue Lingshan would not believe it if he said it. Secondly, what's the point of saying this at this time?

Yue Lingshan's expression gradually calmed down, and she said: "The past is over, I have already become a monk, and the past is just a passing cloud, so why talk about it again."

Zhao Qiu smiled wryly, her words had blocked all the way out.

"I'm going to leave after all. Before I leave, I should say sorry. Fate comes and goes, after all, it's a bad relationship. It's okay to forget the past. If it lingers in your heart, it will only make yourself more painful." , Zhao Qiu put his hands behind his back and walked away.

"You said you were going to leave this world? I don't know... where are you...?" Before Zhao Qiu stepped out of the Buddhist hall, a small, inaudible voice came from behind him.

Zhao Qiu said: "A place far, far away, where no one in this world can reach."

On top of Yue Lingshan's beautiful face, there was an extremely complicated expression, and no one knew what she was thinking at the moment.

Zhao Qiu didn't turn around, just heard him say again: "Don't worry, how can a person like me kill himself? That far away place is not the underworld!" , I probably won't come back again! If we say goodbye today, we will have no future."

There were faint tears in Yue Lingshan's eyes.

"Let's go!" Zhao Qiu finally left the Buddhist hall with his hands behind his back.

……

Huashan, Siguoya, Houdong.

Zhao Qiu carried the long sword on his back and slowly entered it.

Here, is the secluded place where the wind is clear.

Feng Qingyang was originally a disciple of the Huashan School of Sword Sect, who practiced the Dugu Nine Swords, and his swordsmanship is supernatural.Back then, when the two schools of sword and qi were fighting each other, because of his high swordsmanship, he was tricked by the qi school and went to a foreign country to get married.

When he returned to the Huashan School, the general situation was over. Since then, he lived in seclusion in Siguoya, sealed his sword and returned to seclusion, and no longer got involved in the disputes between the rivers and lakes.Linghu Chong's Dugu Nine Swords was passed down by Feng Qingyang.

Zhao Qiuxin said: "Although this person's swordsmanship is high, his xinxing is poor. If it were me, I would have to wipe out Huashan Qizong with one sword, and then wander the world. For decades, I have been living in seclusion on this miserable Siguo Cliff The back hole is really boring."

"Swordsman, one of the top three masters in the world, Dongfang Bubai is respected as the master of a sect, willing to live as a concubine, and let him be driven. Master Fang Zheng is compassionate and has no murderous intent. Feng Qingyang's swordsmanship is divine, and his heart is clear." But it is extremely poor. Although these three masters are all over the world, but looking at the golden books, they may not be ranked high. I hope this trip is worthwhile!" Zhao Qiu said with a wry smile in his heart.

After walking all over Huashan, Zhao Qiu finally saw an old man with white beard and green robe, with a gloomy expression and a face like gold paper.

Zhao Qiu didn't say a word, and threw a sword directly at the old man. The old man took the long sword, and after a miserable sigh, he gently touched the edge of the blade with the index finger of his left hand, and then touched the blade lightly. With a light flick, only the sound of "buzzing" could be heard incessantly, and finally he said: "Indistinctly, I smelled the sharp sword energy from your lord's body."

Zhao Qiu smiled slightly, between the brows, Yin Qi and heroic Qi appeared intertwined, giving people an incomparable and strange charm, which will be unforgettable for a lifetime.

Feng Qingyang sighed: "In my life, I have met three masters. However, it seems that the martial arts and swordsmanship of the lord is still higher than those three. With such martial arts and swordsmanship, even I can't help thinking You have to try with a sword. What a pity! What a pity!"

Zhao Qiu chuckled lightly and asked, "What's the pity?"

Only Feng Qingyang said: "It's a pity that I made a solemn oath back then that I would never fight anyone seriously again in my lifetime."

Zhao Qiu sneered twice, but stopped talking and drew his sword directly.

As soon as he made a move, he used the evil swordsmanship. Over the past few years, he has studied the "Sunflower Treasure" and used the Dugu Nine Swords and Taiji swordsmanship as a reference to simplify the 72 ways of the evil swordsmanship into 36. road.Although the number of moves in the sword art has been reduced by half, its power has increased greatly, and the flaws in the moves have gradually become hidden.

The original evil-dispelling sword technique was transported out, the body is like a ghost, and the sword technique is weird. Although it is called "exorcise evil", it is very evil in itself.

In the past few years, he has seen many 72 unique skills in the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple, and also read a lot of Buddhist scriptures at the same time. After being influenced by this, his mind has changed quite a bit.Therefore, when streamlining the moves of swordsmanship, it is unavoidable to be influenced by Buddhism.

The swordsmanship he displayed at this time has half the evil, but has increased a lot of Buddha nature.

In the past, this sword technique was created by Lin Yuantu. Lin Yuantu was originally an eminent monk in Southern Shaolin. He has been immersed in Buddhism for many years. Although the sword technique is evil, he has a Buddha heart. The Buddha Heart Evil Sword can still hold it , not like Dongfang Bubai, there is quite a hint of "going crazy" in it.

I saw him holding a long sword in his right hand, his body was like a cloud like the wind, he was both elusive, and he was running towards the wind at a very fast speed.

"What a fast sword!" Feng Qingyang knew in his heart that if he still didn't make a move, he would die under this sword.

Immediately, Feng Qingyang raised his hand, and several sword flowers floated out, actually blocking Zhao Qiu's way out of the sword.

Zhao Qiu let out a long roar, and immediately changed his moves. When he changed his moves, his body and the long sword were like one, flowing like clouds and flowing water without leaving a trace.

However, Feng Qingyang has been obsessed with the Dugu Nine Swords for decades, and when he was young, he traveled around the rivers and lakes and mastered swordsmanship, which is really not trivial.

Zhao Qiu's evil sword technique was as fast as lightning and unpredictable. After changing his moves 36 times in a row, he forced Feng Qingyang back 72 steps.

Zhao Qiu took the long sword away and sighed: "This tangible sword will not do anything to you after all!" However, when he used this evil sword technique, he still slowed down a little bit. Even if Qing Yang had the slightest spare time, Feng Qingyang couldn't see the flaws in this evil sword technique, so he couldn't sustain the 36 moves of sword technique.

However, these 36 ways of swordsmanship have been used before, and Feng Qingyang already knows the flaws in it, if he uses it again, not only will it no longer have miraculous effects, but Feng Qingyang will catch the flaws and counterattack and defeat them in one fell swoop.

Feng Qingyang frowned slightly, and said: "Your Excellency's 36 sword techniques are very similar to the 72 evil sword techniques. However, the 72 evil sword techniques are far less profound and subtle than your Excellency's 36 sword techniques."

Zhao Qiu said: "I changed the 72 ways of swordsmanship to 36 ways."

Feng Qingyang showed a look of astonishment in his originally plain expression, and said, "I originally thought that this sword technique was due to Lin Yuantu's old age, he realized something and then changed his mind. I don't want it to be you, Hehe...it's amazing! It's amazing! Unexpectedly, among Lin Yuantu's descendants, there is such an outstanding person, who is truly outstanding."

Zhao Qiu shook his head and said: "I am not a descendant of Lin Yuantu, I am Lao Denuo, the third disciple of Songshan Zuolengchan, and the second disciple of Huashan Yue Buqun, hehe... now Well, all alone, wandering the rivers and lakes."

In Feng Qingyang's complexion, he was even more amazed, and sighed: "Zuo Lengchan and Yue Buqun, there are disciples like you? Hehe... Really good! Really good!"

Zhao Qiu said with a smile: "I got enlightened too late, and all the swordsmanship I have mastered is all my own. It has nothing to do with Zuo Lengchan and Yue Buqun. I even have a little understanding of Mr. Feng's Dugu Nine Swords One or two. If it is inappropriate, please correct Mr. Feng!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Qiu raised his long sword, "Shua, Shua, Shua..." Lianzhu's nine swords, in an extremely simple way, covered nine important points on Feng Qingyang's body.

Feng Qingyang was startled, took a few steps back, protected his body with the sword, and said, "Where did you get this Dugu Nine Swords?"

Zhao Qiu smiled and said: "You are alone, living in a cave behind the cliff, so it is impossible to get it from you. Of course I used some means to get this sword technique from Linghu Chong."

Feng Qingyang snorted coldly and said, "Thief!"

The two of them came and went, fighting each other, only to see that in the cave behind Siguo Cliff, the sword light was everywhere, and the cold air was like ice.

Zhao Qiu is one of the three major swordsmanship in the world, at the moment he put aside the evil swordsmanship, in front of Feng Qingyang, a great master of swordsmanship, sometimes he used Tai Chi swordsmanship, and sometimes more than ten styles of Dugu Nine Swordsmanship.In this way, they tried out the Dugu Nine Swords and Tai Chi swordsmanship one by one.

The more the two fight, the more excited they become. The moves they use are not only unique, but also ingenious. Many of the moves have never been seen since ancient times.

"Good sword! Good sword!" Feng Qingyang couldn't help but praised: "At the beginning, I thought you used a trick to obtain the Dugu Nine Swords from Linghu Chong. Only in the hands can it exert its power."

Zhao Qiu and Feng Qingyang fought each other with swords, when Zhao Qiu only defended with Taiji swordsmanship, it was like an iron bucket, impenetrable for needles and impenetrable for water splashing.

When Zhao Qiu responded with the Dugu Nine Swords, both sides had one sword and one sword, attacking against each other, and it was unknown whether it was a thousand moves or two thousand moves.

Finally, the two put away the long swords in their hands.

Zhao Qiu was drenched all over, Feng Qingyang was old and frail, and now his face was as white as paper, and he couldn't stop panting.

Feng Qingyang sighed: "My skill is not as good as yours, I lost!"

I only heard Zhao Qiu say: "In terms of Dugu Nine Swords alone, I may not be able to beat you. The swordsmanship of this Dugu Nine Swords is already so good. If you go to the sea tide again, practice tidal internal force, and cooperate with this swordsmanship to display it, Who in the world is an anti-hand?"

Something went wrong in the inheritance of the Dugu swordsmanship, neither Yang Guo in the Southern Song Dynasty nor Feng Qingyang in this world had a complete way to practice it.

"My body under palace punishment in this life lacks yang energy, and only the next world can make up for this regret." Zhao Qiu sighed.

Suddenly, Feng Qingyang staggered and fell to the ground. In a blink of an eye, he was exhaling more and inhaling less.It turned out that he was old and frail, and today he fought with Zhao Qiu for [-] or [-] strokes, and he was exhausted.

"Before I die, I can still fight against the world's number one master, which can be regarded as comfort to Lao Huai..." As soon as he finished speaking, he died.

Zhao Qiu let out a long sigh, bowed slightly to his corpse, and said, "Our Dugu swordsmanship is not yet complete, and I will complete it in the future."